Hawks

Hawks and golden eagles have re-established a foothold in Pennsylvania. These magnificent birds of prey can be seen circling high overhead on the updrafts generated by heat from our asphalt highways.

The sight seems living proof that there is a God. Who else could have designed such wonders? Who else could be holding them up?

Job must have felt much the same way. He reported God as having asked rhetorically, “‘Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, and spread its wings toward the south? Does the eagle mount up at your command, and make its nest on high?’” (Job 39: 26-27).

Watch the next time how confidently these birds throw themselves against the air. Keen as their vision is, they cannot actually see the wind. Yet they know with certainty it is there. Trust their very lives to it.

Is our faith a match?

Father, we are both awed and humbled by Your creation. We are so small and insignificant by comparison. Yet You loved us enough to send Your Son to die for our sakes. How can we respond, but fall to our knees?

We have nothing of worth to give You, nothing at all except these wounded hearts. Take and purify them, Father.

Strengthen our faith. Guide us as you guide the hawk through tractless climes. Give us confidence to follow Your direction, when we falter. And know that we love You, even then.